The principle (voluntary submission)

"Let's see how well we've installed this one, shall we?" Said the principle, walking over towards you while lifting up her skirt. She pulls back her panties to reveal her massive member as your eyes fixiate on its giant head. You can't help but stare at it in awe.

Your trance is interrupted by the principal abruptly clapping her hands. "Open up, toilet!"

You comply immediately, opening your mouth.

"Stick your tongue out toilet!" Barked the principal. "I'm going to make sure that you're going to be a good little toilet. After this, you'll be helplessly begging for our golden nectar every chance you get!"

A whirlwind of thoughts run through your head as you slowly stick out your tongue. The principal guides her massive member over to your mouth, resting the tip of it in the middle of your tongue. You feel several small, warm droplets begin to form on your tongue before the liquid is cut off.

"Tongue slowly in, toilet," said the principal. "I want you to tatse it. Savor it. Move it around your mouth to fully capture its essence."

As your tongue retracts, your mind instantly settles, and your anxiety vanishes. The prinipals urine tatses absolutely amazing. It's slightly salty, but not too salty, and it has a certain aroma to it that you find absolutely intoxicating.

"Well toilet, what do you have to say about that?" Asked the principal, followed by an evil chuckle.

"It tastes amazing miss," you respond. "May I please have more?"

"I don't know. You didn't initially seem too happy to be here. Are you sure you're not just trying to get yourself out of trouble?" Replied the principal.

"No miss! I really do love it! I want more! I want your delicious, superior, futa nectar inside of me!" You plead. "I worship the futa bladder!"

The principle smiled. "So eager. Alright toilet boy, if you say so. But remember: you better worship my cock and thank me for the pleasure after this, otherwise you won't be getting it anymore."